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One night can change a life

Alexandria Monks, Reporter

February 14, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

One hit Two hits Three hits four I’m fine I’m fine I can drive home   One minute Two minutes Three minutes four I’m good in the car Everyone is fine   One road Two roads Three...

Loss

Tori Cochran, Reporter

February 14, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

6:15 a.m. rushing out the door Starting the car Hopefully, I’m not late Of course, there’s traffic I need coffee 6:30 a.m. I’m making good time I’ll be at school soon I have a student to tu...

Stop

Ashley Gutierrez, Editor

February 13, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

Stop, please, don’t drive I promise your mom will be happier you’re alive Stop, please, don’t drive You have your whole life to thrive Stop, please, don’t drive You are only twenty five Stop, please,...

I’m Sorry

Hannah Farias, Reporter

February 12, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

I didn’t wake up in the morning knowing that my life would turn out this way. I didn’t know that in going to that party I’d be drinking more than I could handle; more than I could ever drink again. It’s crazy to...

Broken Glass

Jacob Blauvelt

February 11, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

Broken glass, wailing tires bending metal, gas fires, The stage is pitch black, The curtain raises, this is the final act. Sirens booming through the night, sounds of horror, screams of fright. Intense pain, the smell of...

A Letter From Heaven

Ashley Gutierrez, Editor

February 8, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

Dear Mom, I’m sorry I always told you to never worry I shouldn’t have had that last drink I didn’t think it would be pouring my life down the sink I should’ve just called I’m so sorry you balled I’m so sorry...

Goodbye, Brother

Hannah Clark, Editor

February 7, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

Blood. As a small child, blood once deeply intrigued me. It fascinated me. How it pulsed in my veins, its rich crimson color, the metallic taste, and its vital purpose. But now, it scared me. It’s one thing to accidentally...

The Day Death Came

Lauren Stallworth, Editor

February 7, 2019

Filed under Creative Writing

The day death came, I didn’t expect the pain. Not the blood gushing from my temple, not my chest plate piercing my lung, not the bone in my knee ripping through my flesh. No, not that sort of pain. It was the pain of thinking...

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